The #Broken_Dagger Forum

The missive was sent out on perfumed paper, wrapped in a lacy ribbon, words inked in an elegant script.

Dearest Agnieszka,

I do so apologize for last night. I was thoughtless and I desperately hope you will not hold it against me. I would love to speak to you again - perhaps you might favor me with your presence later this week? I have several ideas for dress that would befit your new station and I found these perfect little hair combs in Razasan.

Yours Truly,

Rhaena Olwak

PS. I have been holding onto a secret supply of chocolate candies for just this.

Agnieszka reads the letter in the kitchen at her parents' house, wearing her dirty boots, chewing on beef jerky and slouching in the chair. She's definitely not doing the perfumed lady thing as well as Rhaena. She bites her bottom lip, tells her mother she'll be a few minutes, and turns the letter over. Luckily, she has some graphite on her.

Dear Rhaena,

Sory, I'm at home and Mama dont beleeve in paper so I am just sending this bak. She cant reed anyways!

I know why yu did it, becaus yu are rite. Totaly rite. I need to fukin get over it and move on.

I will be ovur tomorow to eat choklat! And I will steel some for Otto. So doant eat it all befoar I get there.

Yours,
Agnieszka